Narnia Dragons Novels & Stories

Mahogany curves yielded fraction traitor, full lips parting gasp as he hauled me onto his lap, bespoke wool grinding against silk thighs. "Mine," he growled against my throat, teeth grazing pulse point sharp enough to mark without breaking skin. Dragon tattoo burned hot under my palms, shoving half-hearted, athletic frame arching into the friction despite fury coiling. Power imbalance hummed electric—his to command, mine to submit or shatter.

She nods her head at me and we both shift. Surprising I am much bigger than these dragons. Malayah has gotten bigger as well. She is bigger than the average wolf. “Every time they shift I am amazed,” says Derek. “They’re beautiful,” says Ivy. “It is an honor to finally meet you young one. I am Katla, the elder fire dragon. This here is Lumi, the elder ice dragon. Chandra, the elder water dragon. Anil, the elder wind dragon and Terran, the elder earth dragon. Together we have ensured the dragons survival here in the elf realm. We have looked forward to your return and lead us home.”

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

He escaped without serious injury, but knew he had to seek out the assistance of their offspring. Nayara and Ghaeron were appalled at what their mother was doing, and were more than willing to aid their sire in stopping her. Neyalha would not be subdued easily; her powers were vast, able to draw upon the raw energy of the universe. No, the Dragons decided, it would take more than their own efforts. Therefore Nayara and Ghaeron sought out the aid of the Na’Himara and the Black Knights. They would require forces both mystical and physical to stop Neyalha’s destructive rampage.

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. We finally reached an area with some of the largest trees I had ever seen, and Zach leaned against one of them, folding his arms across his chest. “Okay, nobody should hear us from here. What do you want to know?” “Anything you can tell me about dragons,” I answered. “How do you know they don’t abandon their young?” “It’s not in their nature,” Zach explained. “They are nurturing creatures; you mess with their babies; you mess with them. You’re lucky the mother didn’t catch you with her baby or hell would have broken loose.”

Mylan said, and Kumari squirmed in her arms and began to cry. Mylan looked down at the crying baby, his eyes began to glow purple. It lasted for a split second, before it disappeared. Mylan eyes widen in fear, that could only mean one thing. “Oh. My. God, Lynx.” Mylan said the color draining from her face. “Ok what does that mean? That’s the dragon that you and the other dragons were searching for right?” Antoni asked, holding the girls in his arms. “Yes, he is the one that Urrale kidnapped along with conner. You need to contact you son and tell him we have to leave now!” Mylan said going to the cockpit. “Wait a minute Mylan what the hell is going on what are you afraid of?” Lateri said, blo